COURTS OF PARIS, NAPLES, ETC. igi the contracts for the army, &c.; on this account the wits call her " La Princesse Cacao." There is to-night a ball at Madame de Soye- court's, for six hundred people, dancing on the graves of their fathers, or rather, ankle ^ deep in their blood : n'importe ! il faut danser! I went some days since with the Perregaux to a ball at THotel de Marbceuf. The old proprietress, Madame de Marbceuf, was guillotined by Robes- pierre, because she had ordered her garden to be sown with hay-seed for horses, instead of corn or potatoes for men. At a dinner where I was, at Formalague's, Roederer and La Grange got into an argument and grew loud. The former at last pulled out pistols, and laid them on each side of him on the table.1 Le Bois de Boulogne is now the fashionable lounge, and Bagatelle, a sort of tavern; both are open, and are very pretty when full of elegant people. Most of the Bois is cut down. i Some years ago, a party were playing at whist at Wattier's Club with Mr. B., whose discussion with Lord D. then occupied a good deal of public attention. To the astonishment of all, Mr. B. suddenly put down his cards, pulled out a pair of pistols and placed them by his side; upon which Lord A., who had just entered, and who was a kind of MU noire to B. and the cause of this warlike display, exclaimed, in his usual droll way, " I hope you do not expect your adversary to follow suit."